HOPE II

An unrest like music afire

lifts the mist,

stirring the silenced Soul

to speak, to call to the gold

upon the horizon,

that it may seek

the window of its wound.

Despair's blade dulls in the

hush of the half-light,

as an Angel's tears fall upon

the salt of bloodied ground,

that Earth may weep

no more for the fallen.

A child regards the Abode

of her deepest fears,

tracing the blear edge of the

Dark Moon drifting past

veils and starlight, loving Her

whose shadowed hues

they impute to malediction

and misfortune.

Under a searing Summer Sun,

the parched land rises

to skies suffused with hues

of a harvest it alone sees,

awaiting fluid footfalls across

arid heavens.

A trustful emplacement within

the darkest Dark

prepares to receive the Light.

A rite of Breath at Life's altar,

affirmation of its rhythm -

this is Hope,

and the Spirit's elevation

its consummation.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: ARCHANGELS

Artist: Bela Čikoš Sesija

Source: galerijadeci.hr